MichaelHamm

ca. 1984

?? - August 28, 1985.

Michael was shot dead while walking along Windsor Street near Duncan Street.

In August, 2020

• RandyKennedy says: I think we all remember Michael Hamm , he was such a nice guy. He worked as security at the club for a while. He went out with a guy named John Cormier from New Brunswick and they used to live in a rooming house on Morris Street then I think the moved to the building on Sackville Street where we all lived. He was also associated with the 13th Tribe biker gang.
• SueBurns? says, "I remember Michael when he worked the door of The Turret. He would always let me in even tho he knew I should have only been there on Sundays lol."
• Jo: I remember that! He was a drug dealer; he was walking his Doberman pincher when he was shot.1
• Bev: Michael Hamm was gay? I know well about his murder, 35 years ago. He always had a gf in the articles I read about him. Veronica I think her name was. Looked like Pat Benatar. He has his supporters but he was a drug dealer and he would beat and rob people for spare cash. Not saying he wasn't gay. Just news to me is all. I'm pretty sure Michael and Veronica "Pat Benatar" were engaged. After his murder she did an interview with the Daily News and likely left town after that. No idea what happened to her.2
• TimHare: she was, she modelled.
• ChrisShepherd: Let's just call Mike's sexuality an enigma wrapped in a mystery. When i first met him he was living at the ymca with his just out of prison boyfriend, who he had no problem introducing as such.
• RobinMetcalfe
  • I lived in the neighbourhood when he was shot – yes, at the (southwest) corner of Windsor and Duncan. For a long time, there were shingles missing on the front of that house, where I was told the police had dug out a bullet. The house later got reshingled and repainted and became a holistic health centre. I always wondered if the Buddhists going there for tranquil healing vibes knew about its history.
  • Michael once gave me and Clyde Richardson a lift. As I recall, it was on Sackville Street, the steep part around Neptune Theatre. Clyde and I had just had a toke and were high. Michael turned around and laughed as we barrelled towards Barrington, saying that he had no brakes. At that moment a bus moved into the intersection and Michael swerved nonchalantly around it and continued on down to Lower Water Street, where he let us out, shaking (us, not him). I don't remembered any other trips in his car.